Re: The Jaded/The Disaffected
Emil figured Nicky was entitled. It wasn't the metal jammed through his lobes and his lower lip so much as it was the way he'd set that glass down expecting someone else to pick it back up. Nicky was the kind of guy who made a mess in life and there were other people around whose life was all about clearing up. He wasn't dead behind the eyes, he was observant. It made a lot of sense, how much Nicky cared about other people caring. Couldn't buy that, couldn't buy Daddy giving a shit. Couldn't buy the band.
Nicky spent another half-second convincing himself he was a nice guy. Emil didn't smile. Emil's face didn't fracture either. Didn't honestly believe the guy thought he could get Emil to unzip or hold hands or whatever it was that waiting out a train re-starting looked like for five hundred bucks. Didn't actually think Nicky bought people, he was too earnest for that, which was probably a funny thing to think of Nicky, but Emil thought it anyway. He got to Nicky's compartment by ambling, long-legged alongside Nicky's side and he saw the pleased written all over Nicky just fine.
"Really?" The socks. Emil leaned. He made it a whole body thing, slouched against a wall, his hands still in his pockets. "Rainbows. Plus the face metal." He didn't take off his own shoes. No point.